Low Concept/high Maintenence

Low Concept/high Maintenence
Eat your dust in sections
it hasn't left the air for days
every sneeze the glue that puts you to the wall
we'd watch the fires go out
on every corner
you used to cry watching television sets
you used to smile when the window was a world
but now it's closed
waiting to grow
you curl up in tinfoil
good reception...bad response
clawing at the information
catching street noise in a jar for later
hail the super victims
vacuum vaccines for those who time ticks for
ghost town politics with treats for tricksters
we watch the fires go out
in every eyeball
the hunting takes too long
you were just there
disappearing
i smell sulfur...you spell stardom

low concept/ high maintenance
smoke machines give tragedy a home.
Cursed generations
forgetting not to become their fathers
every cough erases one more joyride
you'd set the fires at night
on every corner
you used to cry when the world was a window
and now you wave to and tip the window wiper
was it too rough to stay afloat
between risk and beauty
would you rather have good credit
falling from illumination
putting street noise in a trunk for later
Fail to catch the echoes
but grab the alarm from a tunnel of anxiety
forget the fires they're out
in every eyeball
the hunting took too long
you were just there
disappearing
i smell sulfur... you spell stability